The Height of Ignorance

Once, here in the largest multicultural city of British Isles, I was at work selling mulled wines; a couple of hipster-looking, indie-talking, young and vibrant women stared at me with scary curiosity who had the audacity to ask me if I was from Japan or Korea or a similar country like this. When I told them that I was from Nepal, one of the women clenched her fist and threw it up in the air with the supreme feeling of triumph and yelled, "See! I was close!" Well geographically speaking she missed by just about 3,000 miles. Actually what she really wanted to make clear was that it is 'insignificant'. 

Arms of the Sea

When your crystal smiling eyes

Look at me with profoundness

I can’t resist the kiss

From your lips soaked up with wine!

A simple gesture of leaving me a kiss

When I'm half awake

Lying on bed

Dreaming the dream

That I'm about to forget,

Serenades me to wake up

And live the day

Only to come back to you

Like a drop from a mountain

That finds its way

To the arms of the sea. 

Life is about the people you left behind and the people that left you behind!!!!

Preoccupied by You

Right after the speeding
window of the train
displayed your reflection,
I painted your smile
on my vivid imagination.

Right after the distant-
originated wind
calmly embraced my face,
I instantly fell and craved
for the fragrance of your skin.

CONSTANT PREMONITION

Like the open window
of the ground floor,
my dreams are vulnerable
and miserably insecure.

Suppressed and unexpressed sorrows
cut the veins of my euphoria,
disfigured and distant destiny
invites the incurable hysteria.

Over-rated bliss flickers
in the wind of cruel expectation,
nothing seems to be of purpose
only the ever recurring frustration.

Train-To-Home

Freeze your eyes to the slow
approaching train-to-home
Preceded by electronic wind
that spins your memory
And stops at awkward spot of 
expired time and moment
That you never wanted to remember
or tried to forget.

Crowds of reflection appear on
speeding windows
Overwhelmed by plastic blonde
helmets and silicon dolls
Queuing up in systemised
third world chaotic style
And impatiently waiting to drop their 
arses on window seats.

Mind the gap between
you and yourself as you on-board
Leave your blood money 'peace'
behind the closing doors
And throw yourself in some corner 
of the compartment
Invaded by snobby face alcohol driven
fast food junkie city slackers. 

JUST BEFORE I BLINK

Everything else becomes blurry
The moment your sky-painted eyes
Stare at me with mysterious acts
Combined with inexpressive beautiful face.

Surrounded by uninvited silence
Those twinkling lips play ‘statue’
Then you fence yourself with your book
And dream into the words of Dostoevsky.  

But just before I dare to blink
Suddenly you splash me with a wink
Followed by winter-sun smile
And everything becomes amazing.